The Bat and The Clown

Chapter 4

A/N: If Harvey Dent comes off as a stupid dick, remember, this is high school, where everyone is a stupid dick.

To say that Jack was embarassed was an understatement. Throughout the 10 years of his school life, and of his life in general, he had always been a wallflower. He kept quiet, paid attention in class, was awarded honors (his parents hadn't attended a single ceremony), and basically rinsed and repeated. But now, just because he had bothered to wake up Bruce Wayne from his spacing out, he was suddenly the most talked about kid in school. And not in a good way.

Harvey Dent and his wolf pack were assholes, but at least they had stayed out of his way. Their main targets were mostly Crane and Nygma, and sometimes Cobblepot, but most of the time, Bird-brain would just bribe them to not beat him up.

Sure, they had shoved him in the hallways more than once and called him a "pasty-faced squatter clown" more than enough times, but they had never made a show out of him like that before.

And now the whole school knew, and they were all laughing.

He had found so many sticky-notes taped to his locker, some of the said "CLOWN!", some said "PASTY-FACED FREAK!", some said "FREAK!", and a few even said "FAG!". Now he wasn't gay in any way, but that probably had something to do with his somewhat effeminate stance, the fact that his purple shirts and jackets sometimes looked pink, and the fact that he occassionally had to wear his mom's pants sometimes.

'I tell a rich kid about the time, and now I'm the school's loser-for-the-day. Just perfect, just PERFECT.'

As he made his way to the cafeteria, he noticed a few students whispering about him.

Things like, "That's the guy Dent beat up." or "Man, he does look like a clown." or "Why is he so freaking white?".

He decided to tune them out and made his way to the food counter.

Today's special was broccoli, onions, and cauliflower. He was starting to see why a lot of students brought their own lunch. Still, his family could barely afford breakfast or dinner, so it wasn't like he had much choice. And at home, if he was lucky, the most he got to eat were a few chicken bones with some meat on them. If he was lucky.

So he scooped up as many vegetables as he could get, an sat at a table.

Obviously, no one would bother to sit with him.

Then, Pamela Isley sat down with her homecooked lunch beside him.

Wait, did he think that right?

He looked to his right.

Yup, Harvey Dent's hot redheaded girlfriend was sitting next to him at lunch. Already he could see some people pointing, staring, and whispering.

He looked at her again. She was wearing a dark green tank top that showed off her pale white skin, skinny jeans that clung to her and showed off her amazing backside, and shoes with what seemed to be actual flowers on them. She also had some flowers on her pretty red hair. Then again, when didn't she?

Her lunch was completely vegetable free, and consisted of fried fish and some beef steak. Oh yeah, she was.... whatever you would call the opposite of vegan.

"You know Pammie, with all that meat you're eating, it's a wonder you ain't fat."

Already, he felt like slapping himself. Reminding a girl of her weight is the number one thing all males should avoid.

Thankfully, she wasn't offended. In fact, she actually smiled.

"It's okay, Jack. Based on the way your face contorted into a mixture of realization and horror, I could tell that you just remembered Guy Rule No. 1." said Pamela, still with a beautiful smile on her face.